letter a few days ago.
An autoresponse that he hadn’t replied to… probably because, as Ellen had predicted, he wasn’t interested. Or maybe because he’d already found a Daddy; a real one, who knew what the heck they were doing and would be a better match for all the sass that came through in Jordan’s letter.
“I’m being ridiculous,” I said to Ellen, my knee bouncing under the desk as I woke my phone back up. “I never had a chance with him in the first place, and now I’m disappointed that I still don’t?”
Still, just like an addict, I pulled up the Cuffd app and thumbed his Santa letter open again, even though I basically had it memorized by now.
Dear Santa,
Not sure if I made your naughty list this year or the nice one, but I suppose it doesn't matter since all I want for Christmas is a hot Daddy to spank my ass until I cream, and that kind of fits either way, right?
Nah, I'm not being greedy. Hear me out. If I somehow made the nice list, then—besides the fact that you should definitely check your algorithms—a Daddy who can actually help me get my shit together is probably the only thing that will help me stay there. But if you've got me on the naughty list (and let's be real, I was lying when I said I wasn't sure; we both know you do) then I'm pretty sure I deserve that spanking.
And Santa? Any Daddies you want to send my way can get a free preview of what they’re signing up for on my YouTube channel. Hit me up, and don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe.
JustAPrettyFace
It was more like Daddy-porn-meets-infomerical-marketing than a request for the kind of Daddying described in all those Daddy-Dom blogs I’d found online—the ones that had made it feel like a missing piece had suddenly clicked into place in my head—but that one line about needing a Daddy to help him “get his shit together”? I really was ridiculous, because as hot as it sounded to spank that amazing ass of his, especially if it really did “make him cream,” it was that line that made my heart race the most…. that made it sound like if Jordan were to ever actually let me Daddy him, I really could give him what he needed… take care of him the way I’d read about in those blogs… be something for him that I’d never imagined back when I’d been crushing on him as a teenager, but that now—as improbable as it seemed that I’d ever get to do it—I suddenly craved.
I sighed. Craved, but wasn’t going to get.
“Okay, enough already,” I said, putting my phone down again. Face down, this time. “I promised I wouldn’t become a creepy stalker if he wasn’t interested, right?”
Ellen stood up and stretched.
“It’s been three days. He hasn’t mentioned Cuffd in any of his new videos. It’s time to let it go.”
Ellen turned her head to the side and fixed me with a one-eyed glare, the ragged tatters of her missing ear twitching.
“You’re right. I was just fooling myself. And that username really was a dumb choice. I just thought…”
God, it was ridiculous enough that I couldn’t even say it out loud to my cat, because even though I’d been pep-talking myself into not getting my hopes up, the bald truth was that I had. Despite knowing better, a part of me had still been holding onto the belief that somehow, miraculously, the magic of Christmas would kick in and lead Jordan to pick my response out of the hundreds he’d undoubtedly received to that letter of his. That it would turn that one-sided connection I’d always felt with him into something real.
Ellen made a gravelly sound, halfway between a growl and a meow, and I took that as agreement that yes, I really was an idiot, and also yes, it was well and truly time to give up such foolish nonsense. Then she batted at my phone, knocking it to the floor.
“Thanks so much for your support,” I muttered, scooping it up and checking the screen protector for cracks. None... this time. She did cost me a small fortune in replacements, though.
Also, Jordan was online.
I blinked, my heart suddenly taking off at a gallop. No, I wasn’t imagining it. Right there at the top of the screen, instead of the gray dot I’d seen every single other time I’d looked, there was a green one.
JustAPrettyFace. Status: online.
Which meant…